The next moment the spiteful little report rang out on the air and Old King Brady released his hold on Van and sank to the sidewalk.
Harry had crossed the street in flying leaps and was upon Collins like a panther.
People on the sidewalk paused in terror, not understanding the situation at all.
In another moment Harry would have collared his man.
But a sharp warning cry from Van caused Collins to turn his head.
With a side leap he went through a saloon entrance.
Harry burst into the place hot after his man.
Half a dozen or more men were drinking at the bar.
These turned in surprise as Harry burst into the place.
The proprietor, a huge, red-faced man, confronted the young detective.